His friend Stan had agreed to say that Kyle was going to help him move furniture that evening. But she hadn’t even asked. Maybe she just didn’t ca...e? He shifted gears hard, frustrated at what was happening to them. His friends said it was him—that it was because he had hit twenty-nine, which was only one year away from no longer being young. And what had he done, or seen, or experienced in life that was in any way amazing? Well, it had been amazing with Susan—at least for a while. He’d been. I could feel the lump in my throat grow with every step. I tried to close my mouth and swallow it, but I couldn’t. “Um…” “Ssshhh. Don’t talk. I want to be the teacher tonight. You can be my student and we can practice role playing. I want to show you things that you don’t learn in class.” She got over to me, placed her hand on my chest and straddled me, sitting on my lap, facing me. “I thought you were the shy type?” I asked her. “Yeah, I just said that to. The bottom was a matching white, but wide gold hoops held the bottom together on each side. I tied a white sarong around my bikini before I left for the gardens. Garden first, then pool, and maybe hot tub. Mmm, hot tub. I wondered if I would see Mr. Hot Stuff again. Ugh, why was I so attracted to something I couldn’t have? Especially when he was such a cocky bastard. But damn he was sexy. That dark hair, those bright green eyes. The old Morgan would have fucked him in a heartbeat. There was a. " Rav laughed "so I understand but you know most people say what they really think when their drunk, why do you think Trink when he works on one of his little talks starts offering the other person a drink and ends up getting them sotted." Revanche raised an eyebrow "he does doesn't he, come to think of it." Rav laughed "you bet, it took me years to catch onto his little trick, the only person I've ever seen drink Trink under the table was Jenee." Revanche started laughing "Jenee?" Rav nodded.